by Thomas Hardy Had he and I but metBy some old ancient inn,We should have set us down to wetRight many a nipperkin!But ranged as infantry,And staring face to face,I shot at him as he at me,And killed him in his place.I shot him dead because -Because he was my foe,Just so my foe heContinue reading “The Man He Killed”
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The Send-off
by Wilfred Owen Down the close, darkening lanes they sang their wayTo the siding-shed,And lined the train with faces grimly gay.Their breasts were stuck all white with wreath and sprayAs men’s are, dead.Dull porters watch them, and a casual trampStood staring hard,Sorry to miss them from the upland camp.Then, unmoved, signals nodded, and a lampWinkedContinue reading “The Send-off”
Robin's Nest 